All You'll Ever Need
like a crazy person, but at the moment, she didn’t care. He was the idiot who had talked her into hanging out at the farm.
    She dropped down on her knees, slipped her gloves on, and went back to work, ignoring him. This is what I get for pretending to be a person who loves the outdoors and who enjoys gardening.
    Stupid, stupid, stupid .
    They worked in silence for a while until Zack spoke up. “Listen, I’m sorry if I seemed insensitive a few minutes ago.” He yanked on one of the vines and pulled a cucumber off. “ You caught me off guard and I freaked. So I can see how a worm could do the same to you.”
    Jada tossed a couple of cucumbers in the basket closest to her and sat back on her haunches. She swiped the back of her gloved hand across her forehead and smiled at him.
    “I’m sorry I overreacted.” She laughed and shook her head. “I’m sure I looked pretty crazy tripping out over a worm. It just came out of nowhere.”
    “Don’t apologize. It could’ve happened to anyone. I’m just glad you’re not afraid of them or bugs. Otherwise, this bright idea of mine to have our first date here, wouldn’t have been a good idea.” He picked up her empty bottle of water. “Want some more?”
    “Nah, I’m good.”
    Feeling beads of sweat roll down her back, she couldn’t wait to jump in the shower. Maybe she should have taken Zack up on his offer to wear one of his hats. At least then it wouldn’t feel as if her head was on fire. The sun shone brightly, and the temperature was steadily rising.
    “Are you doing all right?” He stood and studied her. “Do you need a break? That one bottle of water is not enough for handling this heat out here.”
    “I’m okay.” She was a little thirsty, and she could eat, but she didn’t want to stop. She had already had coffee that morning, and had knocked out that bottle of water a few minutes ago. Anything else to drink and she would be running to the bathroom. They were on a roll, and she knew if she stopped, that would probably be the end for her.
    “Well, just let me know when you need to stop.”
    They went back to work, their conversation flowing easily.
    “You mentioned that your brothers used to hunt and fish with your grandfather when they were younger. What about you? Did you go fishing with them?”
    Jada cringed at the thought. There was no way they would have gotten her out there to hang around waiting for fish to bite. Besides, the way her brothers smelled by the time they walked through the door was enough to turn her off from the idea.
    Instead of giving Zack her honest opinion, she said, “No, that was their way of doing guy things together. No women allowed.” She tossed a couple of cucumbers in the basket and stood. She had filled four baskets so far and was hoping to do at least ten before calling it a day. “I take it you do the whole fishing, hunting, hiking thing.”
    “Yep.” Zack stood and removed his baseball cap, and his dark hair was plastered to his head. He swiped his forearm across his forehead and replaced the cap. “Sunshine, rain, snow, or sleet, it doesn’t matter. I like being out in the fresh air.”
    “So what else do you enjoy doing?” Jada asked.
    “Ah, let’s see. I like sleeping in on Sunday mornings and reading the newspaper when I don’t have a game. I would travel more if I had time, and I also enjoy shopping.”
    “Get out of here.” Jada leaned back, checking him out to see if he was serious. “You’re telling me, you, a man, enjoy shopping? I can’t believe it.”
    “Believe it, but don’t get me wrong. I hate malls. I usually do my shopping either through a personal shopper or online. I have a weakness for rugged boots and tennis shoes.”
    I think I’m in love . A man who loves to shop. That explains his hiking boots being a perfect match to his dark mustard colored T-shirt.
    “And like you,” Zack continued, “I love playing video games. Although unlike you, I prefer the ones where I get to

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